Chapter 1423
Professor Leopold’s face darkened instantly. “Raven p>
Dr. David Vance’s eyes went wide. “Isn’t that the head of the illegal neurological research lab that was blacklisted by The International Medical Vanguard three years ago p>
“I remember… that organization was called… the Whitecliffe Maritime Relief Station, wasn’t it p>
“That group was implicated in the illegal harvesting of patient data from war zones. The organization was later dismantled and relocated p>
“To think… they actually had financial ties with the Sinclair foundation p>
Alaric couldn’t fathom how, in such a short amount of time, the Blackwood Crown Prince had dug this deep.
These were secrets so closely guarded that not even the vice chairman of the foundation knew about them.
Yet now, they were being laid bare for the entire world to see.
“Chairman Sinclair,” Serena spoke again, her voice light. “This Whitecliffe Maritime Relief Station is registered on the outskirts of Whitecliffe Harbor p>
“On paper, it provides temporary medical aid to maritime refugees, victims of smuggling, and stateless drifters p>
“But over the past three years, the total funding it received from the Sinclair foundation was 170 million dollars. Six of those transfers were fragmented and routed into seven different offshore accounts within forty-eight hours of receipt p>
“And as for where those funds ultimately ended up p>
She paused, lifting her gaze to meet Alaric’s. “Would you like to explain it yourself, Chairman Sinclair p>
Alaric clenched his fists. Panic flashed wildly in his eyes as his mind raced to find an out.
Meanwhile, Serena’s brothers and Nicholas all grew visibly grim the moment they heard the words ‘Whitecliffe Harbor p>
Whitecliffe Harbor.
This was the exact clue the Black Sun envoy had left behind before he died.
It was also the crucial Black Sun transit hub that Dr. Geoffrey Grant had personally confirmed upon waking up.
And now.
The Sinclair Group’s biotech charity was directly linked to Whitecliffe Harbor?
Alaric looked utterly cornered.
Facing the suspicious glares of
everyone in the room, he forcibly
tamped down the terrifying pamet
threatening to swallow him. “Miss” Lancaster, the Sinclair foundation funds many projects p>
“The Whitecliffe Maritime Relief Station was merely one of our partnered institutions. It’s
impossible for us to have a
complete grasp on the backgr
of every overseas organization. If they were involved in illegal
activities, then the Sinclair family is a victim here as well p>
“A victim?” Serena chuckled softly. “Chairman Sinclair, the Sinclair family has a very unique way of being victimized p>
“Funding illegal neurological research labs, applying to extract the neural data of the Severia victims p>
“And when rejected, pre-writing a PR script to pressure me into authorizing the release of that data at my own Debutante Gala p>
Her smile dripped with sarcasm. “You call that being a victim p>
Alaric’s lips parted, but for a moment, he couldn’t formulate a single defense.
Since he wouldn’t speak, Serena
continued for him. “But you’re right~ After all, how could an Elyndorian biotech charity that dumped 170 million dollars into Whitecliffe, Harbor under the guise of aiding refugees not be considered a victim p>
“However, Chairman Sinclair, would you care to explain why the ultimate destination
of those funds was p>
Right as she trailed off.
Nicholas perfectly timed a tap on his screen.
A blurry ID photo enlarged on the massive display.
The man in the photo had an unremarkable face but possessed a dangerously dark stare.
Beneath it was a string of English data.
His name was exactly the one everyone had just been discussing-The Raven.
Then, a second ID photo appeared, showing another ordinary-looking man whose eyes practically radiated bloodlust.
Serena stated smoothly, “The Sinclair foundation’s funds flowed directly to the head of the Whitecliffe Maritime Relief Station p>
“I believe The Raven requires no further introduction from me p>